"Mrs. Tufton's uncommon punctual, and it's close upon her time," said Tozer; "being a single man, we've not set apart a seat for the minister--not till he's got some one as can sit in it; it's the old minister's seat, as is the only one we've set aside; for we've been a-letting of the pews uncommon this past month, and it don't answer to waste nothing in a chapel as is as expensive to keep up as Salem. It's our pride to give our minister a good salary, as you know, ma'am, and we've all got to pay up according, so there ain't no pew set apart for Mr. Vincent--not till he's got a wife." "Then I am to sit in Mr. Tufton's pew?" said the minister's mother, not without a little sharpness. "There ain't no more of them never at Salem, but Mrs. Tufton," said Tozer. "Mr. Tufton has had a shock, and the only one of a family they've at home is a great invalid, and never was within the chapel door in my time. Mr. Tufton he do come now and again. He would have been here to-day, I make bold to say, but for the minister being called away. I hope you've 'eard from Mr. Vincent, ma'am, and as he'll soon be back. It ain't a good thing for a congregation when the pastor takes to going off sudden. Here she is a-coming. Mrs. Tufton, ma'am, this is Mrs. Vincent, the minister's mother; she's been waiting for you to go into your pew." "I hope I shall not be in your way," said Mrs. Vincent, with her dignified air. "I have always been accustomed to see a seat for the minister, but as I am a stranger, I hope for once I shall not be in your way." "Don't say a word!" cried Mrs. Tufton. "I am as glad as possible to see Mr. Vincent's mother. He is a precious young man. It's not a right principle, you know, but it's hard not to envy people that are so happy in their families; nothing would make my Tom take to the ministry, though his papa and I had set our hearts upon it; and he's in Australia, poor dear fellow! and my poor girl is such an invalid. I hope your daughter is pretty well? Come this way. I hope I shall see a great deal of you. Mr. Tufton takes such an interest in his young brother; all that he wants is a little good advice--that is what the minister always tells me. All that Mr. Vincent wants, he says, is a little good advice." The latter part of this was communicated in a whisper, as the two ladies seated themselves in the minister's pew. After a momentary pause of private devotion, Mrs. Tufton again took up the strain where she had left it off.